My House of Horrors

At 4: 30 pm, Chen Gong stood alone in the Haunted House prop room, and he looked at the table full of things that were somewhat uncertain.

“What do you need to prepare for a stay in a murderous home? ”

“ID card, cell phone, power bank, lighter, fruit knife, multi tool hammer... yes, take this puppet with you. ”

Chen Gong stuffed the puppet that appeared in front of the mirror last night into the backpack, making sure nothing was missing, and then pulled the backpack zipper and walked out of the room.

“Wan, get off work early today. You come to lock the door later, I'm a little ahead of time. ”

“Boss, it's not even 5: 00. Are you going on a trip? ”

“The keys are on the prop room table. See you tomorrow. ”

Seeing that Chen Gong was about to release himself, Xu Wan was helpless. He threw down the ghost house leaflet and ran into the prop room.

“The girl.” The breeze blew the leaflet in the evening, and Chan Song shook his head and picked up a rock and pressed it down: “I hope she doesn't see me on the news tomorrow morning. ”

Unlike the relaxation he showed, Chen Gong was actually very nervous, and he was upset all afternoon.

Last night's nightmare-level mission opened the door to another world and made him aware that there was a certain danger to the mission that was released by the black phone.

“Trial assignments are definitely harder than everyday assignments, and you have to be more careful tonight.” Chen Gotian rode his shared bike to the Peace Apartment before dark for a peaceful evening.

Mission information provided only one place name, in order to find a peaceful apartment, Chen Gong combined with the complaint message nine months ago, walked and asked, it took more than two hours to reach the destination.

“The apartment building is built in such a remote place, will anyone be staying? ”

Long grassy dirt stretches skewed deep into the woods, surrounded by no street lights, and a dark grey building can be seen in the distance through sparse trees.

On the way here, Chen Gong asked a lot of people, but most of them had never heard of Ping An Apartment. In the end, a 60-year-old master showed him a path and persuaded him in good faith to say that the place had died before. It was unfortunate that people would walk around in broad daylight.

Chen Gong is also hard to say, if it wasn't for the task in the black phone, who would have done nothing to stay in that kind of place.

“It's 6: 50 and the mission requires arrival by 11: 00 p.m. I have plenty of time to figure out what's going on in the house. ”

Along the winding dirt road, Chen Gong entered the deep woods and walked dozens of meters before finally seeing the legendary murderous house.

The courtyard is surrounded by dark grey high walls with only one entrance and exit, rusty iron doors open to both sides and a brand-new large lock hanging from the door.

“The door is so broken, the lock is quite new. Wait, what is this?” There was a blank piece of paper next to the iron door. Chen Song had thought it was a small advertisement or something. After a close look at the bright light on his phone, he realized that it was a search for people.

“Zhang Qing, female, 27 years old, 157 tall, skinny, with a black mole on the right eye against the nose beam, preferring to wear red pants... please contact Mr. Wang if you know him, you must thank him! ”

The contact information and address of the contact person were left at the end of the search, and Chen Song's attention was drawn to the fact that Mr. Wang's address was written in this murderous house.

“A little strange.” Something was wrong with his instincts, and he took a picture of the phone and started looking for people before entering the hospital.

The building was much bigger than he thought, three floors above the main building, next to a warehouse and a building similar to a water house.

“Wall skins come off like this and look like they've been around for at least two or three decades.” Although the building as a whole is seriously aged, it is fairly clean, there is no garbage visible on the ground and all weeds are removed.

Parking his bike in the yard, Chen Gong entered the main building with his bag: “Anybody? ”

The long corridor was dark, and after a dozen seconds, the door near the entrance opened a seam.

“Hello.” Chen Gong walked to the room, but the owner didn't seem willing to face Chen Gong, and the door just opened half a finger wide and stopped.

There were no lights on in the house, Chen Gong could only see a woman standing behind the door stitches, her eyes covered with blood silk, seemed to stay up late often, and she was in a bad mental state.

“I was wondering, how much would it cost to stay in our apartment for one night?” Chan Sing sounded very light and tried to be nice to himself, but what he didn't expect was that the other party reacted very strangely and smiled at him and closed the door immediately.

“What do you mean?” He had not figured out why the footsteps rang on the second floor of the apartment, the only sound light on the corner of the corridor, and a lame middle-aged man came down.

The man seemed to have heard what Chan had just said and asked, "Are you staying at my place? How long are you going to rent? ”

“Are you the landlord?” Chen Gong took the initiative to go to the past: “I only stayed one night. ”

“One night?” The lame man looked up and down at Chen Song, as if he wanted to see him through: “Okay, let me see the ID card, come to the second floor to pay. ”

Chen Quo was about to follow the man to the second floor. The iron door in front of the courtyard suddenly sounded. When he heard this sound, the crippled man frowned and his face instantly deteriorated.

He stopped where he was, and Chan Sing had to wait.

Not long later, a gorgeous middle-aged man came in with a shabby shirt and a thick pile of leaflets in his hand.

“Wang Qi, I told you your girlfriend is not here, if you continue to wrestle, don't blame me for being rude!” The lame man stood in the middle of the stairs, blocking the road.

The middle-aged ignored the lame man and stuffed his head up the stairs.

“I'm talking to you!” The lame man pushed hard, the defenseless middle-aged man hit the wall directly, and the leaflet in his hand scattered all over the place, one of which fell just beneath Chen Song's feet.

“It's a search, exactly like the one posted on the door of the apartment building.” Chan Sing's eyes squinted, and he picked up the people on the ground and watched secretly over the stairs.

The middle-aged man did not fight a crippled man, he climbed up from the ground and silently picked up a man to do the deed, like a walking corpse.

“Leave him alone, he's a madman.” The lame man waved to Chan Sing, indicating that he would go to the second floor first.

“Crazy?” Chen Gong glanced quietly at the middle-aged man as he passed by: “As mentioned in the scene introduction to the midnight escape, there was a psychopath in the apartment building. If this man was crazy, could he be the murderer I was looking for? ”